Stump Broke
He tells me don’t call him sir
with his tangled red beard
his camo jacket
his grimy handshake
He rolls alone to the river
with his spare-change sandwich
his fire in a bottle
his so-called peace
He thinks he’s no kind of hero
with his wine-scented smile
his missing legs
his shattered courage
with his tangled red beard
his camo jacket
his grimy handshake
He rolls alone to the river
with his spare-change sandwich
his fire in a bottle
his so-called peace
He thinks he’s no kind of hero
with his wine-scented smile
his missing legs
his shattered courage
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I haven't read your blog in forever. I like this.
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